Fate has rewarded you with a difficult life since childhood: your parents died when you were about five years old, and since you had no other immediate relatives, you ended up in this ill-fated place called “orphanage”, although you called without remorse this place is hell. You understood and realized early on that in this world you are needed only by yourself, after years of bitter tears and resentment towards this life.

You sometimes ran away from the orphanage, but returned, because you understood that if you didn’t return, you would have problems, so in the evening, “by the time you went to bed,” you were already on your bed, under dissatisfied, but already accustomed looks educators. Therefore, no one paid attention to your departure today, but you are only glad.

You go to your favorite place - a five-story abandoned house, which, apparently, was not going to be completed, leaving empty stone walls standing in the middle of the area. But here you could see everything - people who were always in a hurry to get somewhere, some home, some to work, some somewhere else.

But your thoughts were interrupted by someone rustling, someone’s steps behind you, from which you twitched nervously, turning to the source of the sound: a guy with light medium hair and an unusual red strand in his hair was approaching you. You looked at the stranger warily, not knowing whether you could trust him. The guy smiled when you turned his attention to him, sitting down next to you, looking at the view in front of him.

“Um... I often saw you here when I walked past this building. It seems to me that you are dressed lightly for winter...” the white-haired guy began the conversation, still smiling friendly, noticing your wariness. Suddenly, he took off his scarf, handing it to you. “Here, take this, it will be warmer. My name is Kazuha, and you?”